Glee Fic: We Know By Now To Say Enough (2/?)
Title: We Know By Now To Say Enough (2/?)
Rating: T/PG-13
Disclaimer: The title/lyrics used are from the song "The Secret's In The Telling" by Dashboard Confessional.
Summary: Missing moments between Puck and Quinn during season two.
A/N: Thanks for all your support! I feel a little more confident in my abilities to write these two ^_^
Your name is pounding through my veins
Can't you hear how it is sung?
From Noah Puckerman:
Nice teeth.
From Quinn:
Thanks. Yours also - who’d of thought?
From Noah Puckerman:
Great teeth = golden ticket to get chicks. Duh.
From Quinn:
Did you see Berry’s and Brittany’s teeth? I almost vomited.
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m running home so I can rinse my mouth out with bleach. I hooked up with both of them at one point. Gross.
From Quinn:
Haha! Sucks.
From Noah Puckerman:
Bite me.
From Quinn:
You wish, Puckerman.
From Noah Puckerman:
If I’m not at glee tomorrow, it’s because I OD’d on Listerine.
From Quinn:
Noted. Good luck with that.
~**~
From Noah Puckerman:
Are we the only two kids from glee who haven’t had a Britney Spears fantasy???
From Quinn:
Pretty much. I don’t get it at all. S and B won’t stop talking about it.
From Noah Puckerman:
Seriously considering going to that guy, even though he’s way too good looking to be a dentist.
From Quinn:
I KNOW, RIGHT? Ms. Pillsbury lucked out - he totally looks like Uncle Jesse.
From Noah Puckerman:
HOLY SHIT YOU’RE SO RIGHT.
From Quinn:
LOL you actually watched Full House????
From Noah Puckerman:
Maybe.
From Quinn:
You totally did.
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m not confirming.
From Quinn:
It all makes so much sense - Uncle Jesse is totally your idol.
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m my OWN idol.
From Quinn:
Haha, sure.
From Noah Puckerman:
You tell anyone and I’ll let everyone know about your secret love for rap.
From Quinn:
YOU WOULDN’T DARE.
From Noah Puckerman:
Sending you a friendly reminder ;)
From Quinn:
Told you that song was good.
From Noah Puckerman:
It’s hard to hate anything Jay-Z, but fine, I’ll give you that.
From Quinn:
:) See you later.
~**~
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?
From Quinn:
Disaster waiting to happen.
From Noah Puckerman:
Especially with Schue singing.
From Quinn:
Did I say disaster? I meant nightmare.
From Noah Puckerman:
Haha I know.
From Quinn:
I have to go - Cheerios practice again.
From Noah Puckerman:
Work on that flying for me ;)
From Quinn:
Don’t have to, I’m already the best ;)
From Noah Puckerman:
Touche.
From Quinn:
There’s an accent on that E.
From Noah Puckerman:
Believe it or not, I’m totally aware of that. I just don’t know how to do accents in texts. You’re lucky that I write properly in texts to you.
From Quinn:
It’s only because you know I won’t respond to ‘wut up gurl ur grillz look fine.’
From Noah Puckerman:
Fair point.
~**~
From Noah Puckerman:
What’s this I hear about you and Finn?
From Quinn:
It was nothing.
From Noah Puckerman:
Did you really try to get him back after everything?
Quinn bites her bottom lip and stares at Puck’s text, trying to think of a way to word everything. But after a few minutes, she ends up calling him.
He answers after the second ring.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Quinn plays with the fringe of her new comforter. She bought a new one after having Beth, hoping for a fresh start, which she feels she hasn’t really gotten. “Hey.”
He waits a few beats. “Do you want to talk about it?” he inquires.
She pulls the phone away from her ear, her eyes screwed shut as she breathes. “Berry asked for a favor. She said she’d throw away that unicorn sweater with the sequins if I asked Finn out,” she explains in a calm voice.
“Did you really? I should send you candy for that.”
Quinn smiles a little.
“You’re not…upset about him rejecting you, are you?” Puck asks slowly, carefully.
She lets out a small puff of breath. “I don’t know. I knew he was going to say no, but…” she shrugs, “He did say he still had feelings for me. That he always will.”
“Can’t blame him,” she hears him say gruffly.
This time she smiles fully. “Thanks.”
“Any time.”
It’s not really much of a conversation, barely five minutes when she checks her phone, but she feels better talking with him about it anyway.
~**~
Why Rachel always has to start crying in the middle of her songs is beyond Puck’s understanding. It always makes him really uncomfortable.
“Darling, you are the only exception, you are the only exception…”
Puck really hates Paramore also - that chick’s red hair is so red and unnatural. But the songs lyrics are kind of getting to him and he’s super aware of Quinn sitting behind him. Even though they’re talking on occasion, it’s still not really enough; he misses her and hates the distance she’s put between them.
Rachel is screwing up her face awkwardly, tears are rolling down her face and he has to look away, so he looks up at Quinn, who looks subdued, pensive, swaying along with the music.
“You are the only exception,” he sings along quietly, looking directly at her. Instinctively, she glances down and meets his gaze, singing the words back to him.
And just as quickly the moment comes, it’s gone. Her eyes shift to the front of the room and he’s left to admire her profile, feeling hollow.
~**~
At the end of glee, everyone leaves the room in small groups: Tina and Mike saunter out with looped arms; Finn and Rachel are glued to each other’s sides; Brittany’s and Santana’s pinkies are linked together and Mercedes rolls Artie out of the room as Kurt talks, moving his hands animatedly. Puck strolls out of the room after everyone leaves, taking his time. He goes in the opposite direction of everyone else, feeling a bit isolated from the group anyway.
Then he feels that familiar warmth that’s burned into his mind and sees Quinn walking alongside him, her eyes soft and her face a little vulnerable.
Checking the hallway for anyone, he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a pack of Sour Patch Kids. She stares at him with a quizzical frown.
“Candy,” he prompts, shaking the bag, “For ridding the world of that abdominal sweater.”
She lowers his head to laugh, taking the bag. “You remembered.”
He wants to say “of course” or “duh,” but it’s not necessary.
She unzips her backpack and hides the candy in the secret compartment. Why does she always have to hide whatever makes her really happy?
He’s caught by surprise when he feels her smooth, small hand touch his. Right when he thinks it’s an accident, her fingers purposely lace through his.
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not dream…
It only lasts until they to get to the back doors and he knows they won’t bring it up again.
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Rating: T/PG-13
Disclaimer: The title/lyrics used are from the song "The Secret's In The Telling" by Dashboard Confessional.
Summary: Missing moments between Puck and Quinn during season two.
A/N: Thanks for all your support! I feel a little more confident in my abilities to write these two ^_^
Your name is pounding through my veins
Can't you hear how it is sung?
From Noah Puckerman:
Nice teeth.
From Quinn:
Thanks. Yours also - who’d of thought?
From Noah Puckerman:
Great teeth = golden ticket to get chicks. Duh.
From Quinn:
Did you see Berry’s and Brittany’s teeth? I almost vomited.
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m running home so I can rinse my mouth out with bleach. I hooked up with both of them at one point. Gross.
From Quinn:
Haha! Sucks.
From Noah Puckerman:
Bite me.
From Quinn:
You wish, Puckerman.
From Noah Puckerman:
If I’m not at glee tomorrow, it’s because I OD’d on Listerine.
From Quinn:
Noted. Good luck with that.
~**~
From Noah Puckerman:
Are we the only two kids from glee who haven’t had a Britney Spears fantasy???
From Quinn:
Pretty much. I don’t get it at all. S and B won’t stop talking about it.
From Noah Puckerman:
Seriously considering going to that guy, even though he’s way too good looking to be a dentist.
From Quinn:
I KNOW, RIGHT? Ms. Pillsbury lucked out - he totally looks like Uncle Jesse.
From Noah Puckerman:
HOLY SHIT YOU’RE SO RIGHT.
From Quinn:
LOL you actually watched Full House????
From Noah Puckerman:
Maybe.
From Quinn:
You totally did.
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m not confirming.
From Quinn:
It all makes so much sense - Uncle Jesse is totally your idol.
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m my OWN idol.
From Quinn:
Haha, sure.
From Noah Puckerman:
You tell anyone and I’ll let everyone know about your secret love for rap.
From Quinn:
YOU WOULDN’T DARE.
From Noah Puckerman:
Sending you a friendly reminder ;)
From Quinn:
Told you that song was good.
From Noah Puckerman:
It’s hard to hate anything Jay-Z, but fine, I’ll give you that.
From Quinn:
:) See you later.
~**~
From Noah Puckerman:
I’m addicted to you, don’t you know that you’re toxic?
From Quinn:
Disaster waiting to happen.
From Noah Puckerman:
Especially with Schue singing.
From Quinn:
Did I say disaster? I meant nightmare.
From Noah Puckerman:
Haha I know.
From Quinn:
I have to go - Cheerios practice again.
From Noah Puckerman:
Work on that flying for me ;)
From Quinn:
Don’t have to, I’m already the best ;)
From Noah Puckerman:
Touche.
From Quinn:
There’s an accent on that E.
From Noah Puckerman:
Believe it or not, I’m totally aware of that. I just don’t know how to do accents in texts. You’re lucky that I write properly in texts to you.
From Quinn:
It’s only because you know I won’t respond to ‘wut up gurl ur grillz look fine.’
From Noah Puckerman:
Fair point.
~**~
From Noah Puckerman:
What’s this I hear about you and Finn?
From Quinn:
It was nothing.
From Noah Puckerman:
Did you really try to get him back after everything?
Quinn bites her bottom lip and stares at Puck’s text, trying to think of a way to word everything. But after a few minutes, she ends up calling him.
He answers after the second ring.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Quinn plays with the fringe of her new comforter. She bought a new one after having Beth, hoping for a fresh start, which she feels she hasn’t really gotten. “Hey.”
He waits a few beats. “Do you want to talk about it?” he inquires.
She pulls the phone away from her ear, her eyes screwed shut as she breathes. “Berry asked for a favor. She said she’d throw away that unicorn sweater with the sequins if I asked Finn out,” she explains in a calm voice.
“Did you really? I should send you candy for that.”
Quinn smiles a little.
“You’re not…upset about him rejecting you, are you?” Puck asks slowly, carefully.
She lets out a small puff of breath. “I don’t know. I knew he was going to say no, but…” she shrugs, “He did say he still had feelings for me. That he always will.”
“Can’t blame him,” she hears him say gruffly.
This time she smiles fully. “Thanks.”
“Any time.”
It’s not really much of a conversation, barely five minutes when she checks her phone, but she feels better talking with him about it anyway.
~**~
Why Rachel always has to start crying in the middle of her songs is beyond Puck’s understanding. It always makes him really uncomfortable.
“Darling, you are the only exception, you are the only exception…”
Puck really hates Paramore also - that chick’s red hair is so red and unnatural. But the songs lyrics are kind of getting to him and he’s super aware of Quinn sitting behind him. Even though they’re talking on occasion, it’s still not really enough; he misses her and hates the distance she’s put between them.
Rachel is screwing up her face awkwardly, tears are rolling down her face and he has to look away, so he looks up at Quinn, who looks subdued, pensive, swaying along with the music.
“You are the only exception,” he sings along quietly, looking directly at her. Instinctively, she glances down and meets his gaze, singing the words back to him.
And just as quickly the moment comes, it’s gone. Her eyes shift to the front of the room and he’s left to admire her profile, feeling hollow.
~**~
At the end of glee, everyone leaves the room in small groups: Tina and Mike saunter out with looped arms; Finn and Rachel are glued to each other’s sides; Brittany’s and Santana’s pinkies are linked together and Mercedes rolls Artie out of the room as Kurt talks, moving his hands animatedly. Puck strolls out of the room after everyone leaves, taking his time. He goes in the opposite direction of everyone else, feeling a bit isolated from the group anyway.
Then he feels that familiar warmth that’s burned into his mind and sees Quinn walking alongside him, her eyes soft and her face a little vulnerable.
Checking the hallway for anyone, he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a pack of Sour Patch Kids. She stares at him with a quizzical frown.
“Candy,” he prompts, shaking the bag, “For ridding the world of that abdominal sweater.”
She lowers his head to laugh, taking the bag. “You remembered.”
He wants to say “of course” or “duh,” but it’s not necessary.
She unzips her backpack and hides the candy in the secret compartment. Why does she always have to hide whatever makes her really happy?
He’s caught by surprise when he feels her smooth, small hand touch his. Right when he thinks it’s an accident, her fingers purposely lace through his.
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not dream…
It only lasts until they to get to the back doors and he knows they won’t bring it up again.
previous / masterlist / next